I feel him move about a bit as I try to figure out what he’s doing. I can’t though, and yet I trust that he is up to no good, but the kind of no g...od that makes me yearn more for him. I lie as still as I can all I can hear is the faint sounds of the music and my own breathing. I bite my lower lip, trying to focus on what he might be doing. My heart is racing with excitement and I almost speak to ask him what he is doing. I change my mind when I feel him come closer to me again. He doesn't. What the heck......I may as well tell her. So, I told her about seeing her hot bikini panties as she first stretched across the bed and just the thought of what she must smell and taste like got my cock hard. She asked me if I would like a taste and I replied yes. She laid down on her back and faced me and slowly pulled her panties down. While she was doing this, I dropped my shorts and started jacking off for her. She was really smiling now. she removed her panties and spread her legs and. Rach sat for a moment, silently. “I feel it.” She giggled. I clicked the button a second time. “Ooo, that’s nice.” She purred. I clicked the button a third time. Rach’s eyes went wide; she bent forward a little, putting her hands on my legs, and huffed “Wow…I…can’t…move”. I turned it off. Her body visibly relaxing Rach said breathlessly “I don’t think we should use that third one unless we’re alone.” “Ready for the butterfly?” I asked, like a kid with a new toy.“Uhu!” Rach replied,. She probably should have insisted on having more to say about her own wedding. But why? Maybe she should cry, but she really felt like singing instead.The one important thing was that very soon, she would be Mrs. Ryan Herwalt. All the bad years would be erased. If having her wedding right now could make the party more memorable for her friends, that was wonderful, too. Just then, she saw the minister take his place, with her mother and father on each side of him as witnesses. SHE was not going.